“The cleaning lady.”

There’s absolutely nothing sexy about such a thought. The phrase brought to mind a tired, middle-aged housewife, struggling to make ends meet by going around mopping people’s floors. But I needed some housecleaning done prior to inviting some guests to stay with me, so I did a quick search and called up the first cleaning service that popped up.

When the doorbell rang and I opened it up to find Amber standing there, I almost yelled out “Holy fuck!” She was about 35 years old, absolutely gorgeous, and had the most dazzling smile imaginable.

Not that I was thinking of her smile as we got introduced. Her tight hot body was enough to keep my mind racing as she kicked off her shoes and headed upstairs to start her work. She always wore skin-tight leggings that showed off her unbelievable ass, and a V-neck t-shirt that gave hints of what her 36C tanned tits must be like. She always did her work in bare feet. I don’t know why, but that just made her look even more tantalizing.

I made an instant decision that my place needed cleaning on a regular basis, and I obviously needed it to be done by Amber every time. She came by my place every other week, and it became my new favorite thing to enjoy five minutes of pleasant conversation with Amber when she arrived. I always positioned myself so I could watch her from below as she went upstairs to get started.

There were many times that I privately fantasized about Amber, as I recalled the sight of that tight ass wiggling in such a sexy way as her bare feet tiptoed up the stairs into my bedroom!

Many weeks went by before I began to notice something strange: although Amber wasn’t doing any work with my laundry, there was always a damp towel on top of my pile of dirty clothes. I began to notice it because it was always a towel, never anything else; and it was never a towel that I remembered using that day. It just seemed to appear out of nowhere, but I was sure she wasn’t using my towels to clean with!

Normally I would leave the house & let Amber work alone; she would finish and lock up on her way out. But one day I came home just as she was finishing, and we enjoyed a nice long chat before she flashed that sexy smile and said goodbye. She had recently told me about being divorced for a couple of years, and that day my mind was really racing with fantasies about Amber and her amazing body.

I got up to my bedroom, and there it was again: some random towel I hadn’t used recently, lying on top of my laundry pile. I picked it up and noticed it wasn’t just damp this time. It was soaking wet, and I wondered whether she was going to ruin my towels with some kind of harsh cleaning chemicals. I lifted it to my face to see what kind of glass cleaner or scrubbing soap might be saturating and messing up my towels!

My knees almost buckled as I immediately recognized the deliciously musky fragrance: it was the unmistakably erotic aroma of the sweet, wet flowing cream from a woman’s hot pussy. Amber’s deliciously warm, flowing pussy, which I had imagined tasting and licking and pleasuring so many times in recent weeks.

“Goddam,” I thought to myself, “she’s been sitting on my bed and getting off every time she comes over here!” Another erotic vision was immediately added to my fantasies of Amber, and it was an amazing one. FUCK, I would give anything to see her sitting on the corner of my bed masturbating!

I wasn’t at all upset by this turn of events. I was determined to see it for myself, and I came up with a plan. The next time Amber came over, I tried not to let her see that my heart was racing as she complimented me on the new full-length mirror that I had installed on my bedroom door at the top of the stairs.

“I’ll just get to work then,” she said. “Have a wonderful day!” I watched the “show” as she ascended the stairs and waved goodbye to me, flashing that amazing smile. As I turned and left, I wondered if she noticed that my cock was bulging and hard, and totally giving away the filthy thoughts I was enjoying about her.

But of course, I came right back in a half hour, parking a block away and walking up to the door. I tiptoed inside and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. As I looked up at that mirror on the bedroom door, my heart began to pound immediately. Everything was positioned perfectly inside my room so that from the bottom of the steps, I had a clear view of my bed.

And the view was fucking incredible! There was Amber, naked from the waist down, lying on her back with her legs spread wide. She was lying on a towel, madly finger-fucking her pussy with three fingers. Her pussy mound and inner thighs were totally coated with glistening, creamy wetness from her gushing slit, and it was obvious that she was nearing an orgasm.

“Oh my god!” she cried out over and over. “Fuck me, give it to me, fuck me harder!” Her body stiffened, and she had the most incredibly hot, body-shaking orgasm I’d ever seen a woman experience. Knowing that she wasn’t just pleasuring herself—she was fantasizing about being fucked good and hard—made my cock practically explode on the spot.  

Knowing that my throbbing dick would be hard for another hour, I reluctantly decided that I wouldn’t be able to talk to Amber that day as she left. I tiptoed out and went back to my car, determined to make absolutely sure that I watched this incredible show every single time she came over from now on.

I found out in the coming weeks that no two “shows” from Amber were ever alike. Her self-pleasuring sessions grew more and more intense by the week, and soon progressed way beyond simple rubbing and probing with her fingers. I found it hard to concentrate on my office job, I was so obsessed with erotic visions of Amber all day long.

All I could think about was the next time she'd be coming over. I never knew what I'd be seeing next time, but it drove me wild to think that it just kept getting better and better every time I saw her.

I had already reached the point where I had to unzip and stroke my cock while watching Amber cum hard. I knew that she had no idea I was there watching, but I loved imagining that she was putting on a show just for me. It was a struggle not to shoot a load of cum all over the stairs, because what I was seeing was so fucking amazing.

The first time I saw her, she had pulled off those tight leggings of hers, and tossed her panties aside. As her masturbation sessions became more intense, I began to enjoy the sight of Amber stripping off more and more of her clothes as she became increasingly aroused. The sight of her lying on her back, totally naked, her arms squeezing her amazing tits together, her legs spread wide, made it almost impossible for me to keep from shooting my load as I watched her cum.

Then came the day when she was groaning and begging so hard to be fucked, I swore there must have been someone up there with her. I froze as I gazed up into the mirror—there was Amber on her hands and knees, her sexy ass on full display with her back to the door. She was reaching back between her legs and plunging a huge flexible rubber dildo into her sweet dripping hole.

Amber’s amazing body rocked forward and back as she fucked herself and imagined thrusting her pussy back onto her lover’s cock. Her gorgeous tits swayed beneath her, nipples long and hard. Beads of sweat flowed across her naked back and she was literally screaming obscenities as her orgasm neared.

At the bottom of the steps, I knew this was a scene that would make me lose control. I tore off my shirt and held it in front of me to catch the load of cum that was about to be pumped from my aching balls. I pumped and squeezed my cock in urgent long strokes, my hips thrusting in time with hers, dying to cum hard with Amber.

“Give me that fucking cum now!” she suddenly screamed as she fell onto her back. She was thrusting her tits upward and grabbing her dildo with both hands, and staring down at her pussy as she rammed that huge fucking cock into herself as deep and hard as she could. “Fuck me, yes, FUCK ME!  Oh fucking HELL YES, it’s SO GOOD!”

Her whole body spasmed repeatedly as she watched her pussy squirt and gush all over her hands, that fucking cock, and all over the towel beneath her. Her eyes blazed with passion as she stared at the sight of her gaping pussy being ravaged by a hard, sloppy wet cock.

At the bottom of the stairs, I tried my best not to make a sound as I jerked madly at my throbbing cock. At the sight of Amber cumming all over that huge dick, my cock absolutely erupted. Thick streams of cum splashed into my shirt until it was damn near saturated.

As I watched Amber staring at the massive cock plunging repeatedly into her orgasming pussy, my aching balls pumped out a massive load. Amber and I were both experiencing explosively intense orgasms that seemed to go on and on.

I looked down at the messy, thick gobs of cum soaking into my shirt. Knowing that I needed to sneak out and walk back to my car, I turned to grab a jacket off the coat rack. Then I froze as I realized I wasn’t going to be able to sneak out after all.

There at the top of the stairs was Amber, still gloriously naked. One hand was massaging her sopping wet pussy with slick creamy fingers; the other hand was holding that massive dildo. She said nothing at first; she just smiled and licked the taste of her own juices off the shaft of her toy, swirling her tongue around the head and staring into my eyes as she sucked the head hard and pulled it out of her mouth with a loud pop.

I was standing there, my pants still unzipped, my throbbing cock still in my hand.  I was dripping cum onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs and started to stroke my cock again without even thinking about it.

“Now, now,” Amber said as she smiled that sexy smile and motioned for me to come up and join her. “Don’t be making a mess for me down there! Come on up and let me make sure there’s nothing left to clean up!”

I was practically in a trance as I stumbled up the stairs, throbbing cock still in my hand, toward the sexiest sight I could ever have imagined. Amber smiled, knowing that she was in complete control of the situation and would surely stay that way. She stripped me of all my clothes and we were soon in bed together, laughing as we tossed that wet towel aside.

Amber spent a nice long while lying beside me, using her lips and tongue to lick up and suck out all the rest of the thick cum that she was still milking out of my shaft. I probed her pulsating pussy and kept sucking her juices off of my fingers, over and over, a taste so hot and sweet it became my obsession in the coming weeks.

We both laughed as Amber reminded me that mirror reflections are identical in both directions. I had set it up very carefully so that I could watch Amber on my bed; but from her position at the top of the stairs, she could also look in that mirror and see me at the bottom of the steps, stroking my dick.

I had been so enthralled at the sight of Amber’s amazing body and how incredible she looked as she pleasured herself, I had never noticed that she kept looking in the mirror, over and over.

She hadn’t been watching her own pussy being pleasured, she had been looking in the mirror and watching me put on a show for her! Without me realizing it, Amber had been getting more and more aroused by the thought that she was being watched. That’s why her “shows” kept getting wilder, her language more and more obscene every time I saw her. She actually had been performing for me!

And now I was actually in the show, with Amber as my own personal pornstar. Amber wasn’t just cleaning the cum off my cock, she was keeping me hard, just as I was making her moan as I kept her sticky wet juices flowing.

Both of us had been fantasizing about my cock plunging into her sweet hot wet pussy, balls deep, hard and fast—we’d been imagining it for weeks. And now that moment had arrived.

The first incredible lovemaking session, in bed with Amber, was a mind-blowing and unforgettable experience. As the months went by, she never stopped trying to make it more and more exciting for me every time, and she succeeded beyond my imagination.

We laughingly came to an agreement that she’d be booked every week from now on, for an extra couple of hours each time. And she’d only be there to clean on an every-other-week basis. On the in-between weeks, she wouldn’t bring any cleaning products—just her toys!